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04.04.26
(by Tim Trad)| Iceland
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“People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.”
— Kim Culbertson
Pam
It’s strange how two things can exist at the same time.
On one hand, there’s something in my life now that feels so good. Calm. Safe in a way I’m still getting used to.
On the other, there’s this constant background noise, like my brain never really leaves survival mode.
Some people wake up and just… live.
I wake up already adjusting things in my head, making sure everything somehow lines up, stretches far enough, holds for another while.
And even when things are okay, even when I feel that okayness, there’s still a bit of sadness sitting there, quietly.
And a kind of fear that doesn’t need a reason, it just stays.
I think that’s the part you can’t really explain to someone who never had to carry it.
So it’s this weird mix, feeling something good, and at the same time worrying about the rest of your life, still learning how to sit in both without waiting for something to fall apart.